Boston University College of Practical Arts and Letters - Sivad Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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I was seated one day at the organ; I was weary and ill at ease, For a wild and intense longing Had seized me, ah—I couldn’t sneeze. I tried but I couldn’t work it, I hemmed and hawed around; The aggravatin’ was there all right But I couldn’t make a sound. I was just unspeakably nervous— I’m afraid I shook like a leaf, But the joy of the happy was mine at last When I sneezed—oh—what a relief! THAT EXTRA FIVE DOLLARS Please may I have five dollars? I know it’s extra, but see, We’re having a new athletic field, And they’re charging another fee. It’s five for this semester, And five for the next one, too. I’m sorry I have to ask you, Dad, But what am I going to do? You thought they didn’t have extras? We thought so as well as you, But things are always happening When you least expect them to. I can tell that you don’t like it— I know you’re seeing red, But just be thankful! I’m not a boy, Or you’d pay seven fifty instead. EDITOR’S NOTE: Many thanks to this poem! President Marsh read it and immediately decided we should not pay. [ 233 ]